Dear Mom,
Our
Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and
got worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got
washed away. Luckily, none of us got
drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Adam when it
happened. Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue
Jeeps. It was great. We never would have found Adam in the dark if
it hadn't been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster
Ted got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone
without telling anyone. Adam said
he did tell him, but it was during the
fire, so he probably didn't hear him.
Did you know that if you put petroleum on the fire it will blow up? The
wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did and also some of our
clothes. Matthew is going to look weird
until his hair grows back.
We
will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted gets the bus fixed. It wasn't his fault about the crash. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that
old, you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance.
We
think it's a super bus. He doesn't care
if we get it dirty...and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the
bumpers. It gets pretty hot with 45
people in a bus made for 24. He let us
take turns riding the trailer until the policeman stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster
Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a
good driver. In fact, he is teaching
Horace how to drive on the mountain roads where there aren't any cops. All we ever see up there are huge logging
trucks.
This
morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out to the
rapids. Scoutmaster Ted wouldn't let me
because I can't swim and Adam was afraid he would sink because of his cast, so
he let us take the canoe out. It was
great. You can still see some of the trees under the water from
the flood.
Scoutmaster
Ted isn't crabby like some scoutmasters.
He didn't even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of time working on the
bus so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.
Guess
what? We have all passed our first aid
merit badges. When Andrew dived into the
lake and cut his arm, we all got to see how a tourniquet works. Steve and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Ted
said it was probably just food poisoning from the left-over chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they
ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out
and became our scoutmaster. He said he
sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his
time. By the way, what is a pedal-file? I have to go now.
We
are going to town to post our letters and buy some more beer and ammo. Don't worry about anything. We are fine and tonight it's my turn to sleep
in the Scoutmaster's tent.
Yours
truly, Joey
And we wonder why Moms
worry?
Sweet Words
of Praise
My daughter came to me one
day with a jacket
and a set of buttons,
requesting I sew these on her jacket.
I said, “You’re very capable of doing this
task yourself. Why me?”
“Because…you’re the Mom!”
(‘tis said: Once a
Mom…always a Mom!)
Merle
Baird-Kerr...written November 2, 2014
Comments
welcome...email to:
No comments:
Post a Comment